Phew! What a relief now to have my continuing education credits in place, and a grueling 16-hour tax conference behind me. My daughter, a non-accountant who works for a CPA firm in Montana, tells me that the people in that office all behave as if they are the exception to the rule that accountants are rigid and dull and humorless. They are not exceptions, she says.
She also says that I used to be like that when she was young. My daughter, you see, is very smart in human relations, knowing how to play her dad.
My most lasting reflection on the conference is how it focused almost entirely on the problems of the rich, and at the opportunities we have to save them a buck here or there, keeping a slice for ourselves of course. The tax law has yielded many new opportunities in that regard. There was also quite a bit on the health care law, nothing earth-shattering. As it is a room full of starched-shirt right-wing accountants, few are aware that the lower classes are now a conduit for a huge subsidy to the important classes: the corporations, their well-paid managers and employees. (I mean only the upper-tier employees.) No one in the room questions the need for health insurance companies, as worthless a societal segment as those who used to make their living bringing slaves to the new world. Some institutions we can do without.
The trade magazine for the profession is called the “Journal of Accountancy,” and not the “Progressive Magazine.”
Ah, but I am light of foot today, full of new energy, ready to clear my desk and get on with life. It’s over! My license is in place for two more years. My brain is hereby clicked to its “off” position.